Gray was born as the lightest colored runt of the litter into a small pack of 6 wolves, who lived deep in the thick wooded forests of Jasper National Park. He had a brother names Arc who was also born in the same litter as himself. Gray and Arc grow to together playing and learning back to back, they were insufferable always there to help the other when needed. One night about a year and a half after they had been born a terrible storm ravaged the land. There pack was forced to say secluded in there den to wait it out. Serval days had passed when the storm finally ended and the pack was able to go back outside. But when they did they found there territory in ruin, and without any trace pray. With the necessity of food pressing hard on everyone the alpha decided to leave their land and find a new place to live. They traveled north for several weeks hunting as they went and only stopping to sleep. During one particularly long day, the pack was navigated the edge of a large gorge. Gray was off playing around with his brother a little away from the others when he noticed the ledge under them begin to give way. In the briefest of seconds Gray leaped forward and pushed Arc off the unstable ground and to safety, before the ground under Gray gave way plunging him several hundred feet into the black rapped moving water in the base of the ravine. The next thing he knew he was coughing on a sandbank, lost and several hundred kilometers away from the rest of his pack who now presumed him to be dead. Since then Gray has been wondering providing for himself and exploring the land. Now… he finds himself in the teekon Wilds and a new chapter in his life is about to start.

(Note: Gray was not his birth name, he just took it on after getting separated from his former pack.)